Each fresh breathe breathes life anew, <br />As wisdom beckons through the starlight. <br />Through the eyes of an idiosyncratic angel I perceive a <br />Knowledge beyond her years, it lay dormant, <br />Sedated through the fear of simplistic Truths. <br />I, the same, claim no sanity just as I require no proof <br />That I exist beyond the circle turning out of time. <br /> <br />How is it your turning in your circle? <br />How is it you can follow true a square? <br />How is it we can question so existence <br />As if we were never there?<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idiosyncratic-angels/
